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Mari was caught off guard from the big guy's casual response, wide grin and all. The way he carried himself was enough to reassure the girl that she wouldn't be getting into a huge scene anytime soon, and she sighed with relief; that was not what she needed on her first school day, she had promised herself that. With her strong grip, Mari pulled the boy up with relative ease, taking a deep breath as she returned a more genuine smile in contrast to earlier.

Mari wasn't exactly intimidated seeing the heavyset boy standing at his full height, and his easygoing demeanour was something she found herself immediately gravitated towards. His energy was unlike anything she'd seen so far after moving to the area; overflowing with hearty confidence and positivity, those were the types of people she liked to surround herself with. Mari grinned back at the boy as he gave her a thumbs up.

"Let's just agree we both screwed up, then?" she chucked, moving away to quickly inspect her bike. No severe damage, other than the now cracked front bike light. Mari herself hadn't got out of the incident scrape free though, as she felt what was likely blood discreetly seeping through her black sock. She didn't have the time nor patience to tend to it at the moment.

"Heh, you think Kurosuoba is bad? I'm kinda new here too, but this place is nothing compared to where I'm from," Mari continued, hopping back onto her seat. "Guess I'm getting too carried away, I'd never get away safe pulling shit like that back home!"

The fifth cyclist he had been hit by in the last few days? Mari winced at the thought, despite knowing the boy's body could likely take a few good hits on bad days. Luck just didn't seem to be on his side this week, and neither was Mari's rational thinking, it seemed.

"We should probably get going now, we're all headed the same way, right? I am not being late for some dumb entrance ceremony, no way," she said, gesturing to their similar uniforms. "I'm Tsukimi Mari by the way, you can call me whatever, I don't really care. Oh, and who're those guys back there? They with you too?"

Unfortunately, though she figured it was understandable, Nimr's performances would have to wait until much later into the day once the group had finally been assigned something to do. Mallory would definitely be pestering him into it during the quieter moments of their travels though, regardless of what Ier would say. Once the guildmaster had finished describing the list of tasks, the entire group's direction was swiftly decided by none other than young blonde knight herself. With no questions asked - or rather, with no questions allowed to be asked - Mallory's fate was locked.

Not that she particularly minded Ier's assertive decision, Mallory was actually feeling content with having a clearly defined group leader already. Although how the young knight behaved in that short exchange with the guildmaster was questionable to Mallory, at least the group wouldn't be wasting time squabbling about who should take charge or something usually as time consuming like that. Mallory wouldn't have liked that at all.

Besides, venturing into a forest in search of lost valuables sounded far more interesting than doing what basically sounded like postal services. Mallory's lips curled up as she looked back on her own woodland explorations in her homeland; memories of causing forest fires in the summer afternoons and almost freezing to death running away in the winter evenings brought a bright, unassuming smile to the mage's face.

But upon hearing that setting fire to the forest - whether on accident or on purpose, which Mallory had often both done in the past - would get the group into quite a bit of trouble, the mage shrank into herself a little. Mallory wasn't joking when she described herself to be spontaneous in nature, because it certainly reflected in how her magic worked. She kept her mouth shut, of course; Mallory wouldn't like it, no, she wouldn't accept it if her status as one of the group's mages were to be taken away after witnessing just how unpredictable her mana control was. However, it wasn't like she had no magical skill at all, perhaps with the right timing and concentration she could provide the fire power Ier originally wanted. Mallory would just have to be more cautious this time, but usually those sorts of promises were easier said than done.

"I'll be glad to have you both. Sign the charter however you wish, Siwan, Mallory."

"Oh, thank you, thank you, Miss Ier-Briar!” Mallory shrilled in an unusual bout of enthusiasm. After accepting the warrior's handshake she swiftly took the pen without word, making a quick, convoluted cursive signature on the charter. She thrust the pen and paper into Siwan's direction once she had finished, and finally looked to address the younger looking mage. Before she did however, Mallory took some time to examine her, and made no particular effort to hide it. There was something behind the girl's timid shuffling and gentle voice, something that caught Mallory's attention; an ambitious flickering within the mage's large, round eyes, shining through clouds of juvenile innocence piqued the fire mage's interest. Mallory simply smiled.

"Well, I suppose you could call me a fire mage, or fire magic specialist, whatever you prefer, dear. The beauty of my extravagant blue flames is truly something to behold, yes it is! Oh, but I've also got a little book of basic spells to help with solely domestic tasks, if you're interested,” she babbled, taking out a hand sized, paperback book from her satchel.

"There's not many in here, but you can do a lot with a little! I haven't exactly learned all of the spells just quite yet because my mana control can be a bit... spontaneous sometimes, but that's besides the point. I am a fire mage at heart, after all! What are we without our... inherent spontaneity?”

Mallory kept her smile, hardly breathless from her sudden flurry of speech, awaiting the girl's response as another young man approached the group. Turning her head, she began to inspect him as well, keeping a watchful eye over the relaxed, somewhat modest movements in his walk. The instrument he carried especially intrigued Mallory, and she clasped her hands with excitement as soon as her gaze fell upon it.

"Oh, how wonderful it would be to have a musically gifted bard amongst us! Let us hear something sweetie, don't be shy! Show Miss Ier-Briar what you have to offer!”

Amongst the crowd of rowdy rookie adventurers, Mallory Mortimer was one of the few who stuck out like a terribly sore thumb. Cloud of hair brushed to perfection, fox coat swaying by her hips, a dash of purple colouring on her lips, the woman looked as if she was fully prepared to get mugged on her way to an afternoon tea party in the city. Some had even approached her at the guild entrance asking if she had somehow stumbled into the wrong building, to which she persistently assured them that she hadn't. Her graceful stride towards the counter was very unlike the types of people who surrounded her, and the soft, somewhat delicate sound of her voice did little to suggest her soon-to-be adventurer ranking.

The guildmaster's harsh tone was enough to remind Mallory that there was no time to waste dawdling around cluelessly: not that she ever liked to anyway. From behind her, a mighty call for companions struck her ears, as well as her immediate interest. As she swivelled around, Mallory noted the charismatic presence the blonde warrior gave off; it was unlike what she had seen in the faces of most of the other rookie adventurers, and Mallory found herself drawn to this woman's hearty confidence. Though she had already announced the presence of a mage companion, Mallory knew that she was the type of person she would find useful to stick with on her travels. She silently approached the forming group, leaning her head out from behind the young blonde lady in front of her.

"Though it appears you already have a mage amongst yourselves, would you care to have another one assisting you? Your courageous spirit is unlike anything I've seen from the other newcomers here!” Mallory interrupted, leaning her head out from behind the young blonde lady in front of her. Though her smile seemed friendly enough, her face was likely a little too close for a person's comfort, close enough for a hint of that peculiar lavender perfume of hers to waft up their unassuming noses.

"I don't believe there's any harm in having a little more fire power in your arsenal,” she said, clutching at her mage staff. "Plus,” Mallory added, noting the few sneers coming from other guild members, "perhaps we could show our peers a thing or two, don't you think?”

Mallory eyed the three that had gathered with piercing curiosity, letting out a soft giggle. "Ah, right, yes, do pardon my intrusion! My name is Mallory, if you wouldn't mind having another mage accompanying you on your journeys.”

A mage that surpasses even the strength of her own mother! Dolores Mortimer, you must have heard of her?

What are your skills?

Mortimer mages are rather infamous for their use of enchanted blue fire, and I happen to be one of them! We've been scorching monsters into oblivion for centuries, and we've made quite a name for ourselves in our region of origin. Although my flames can get a little... out of control sometimes, I like to think I'm well versed in the basics, being the age I am now. I happen to be quite the speedy cleaner as well, if there's any use in saying that. Oh, I also happen to be quite well read about this world of ours, or what we know about it, at least. Mother always kept a great deal of books at home…

What is in your inventory?

Well, I can never leave home without my satchel and my magic staff! Helps me control the channelling of my magic a little easier with it. Aside for the essentials I keep in this large bag of mine, I also keep this simple spell book at hand. It contains quite basic, domestic spells, though I have my flames to protect me if bigger threats are to arise. And a small diary too, because there can be some important things I musn't forget about along my travels! Oh, but what is a young lady without her cosmetics and fragrances? I always look awfully pale without my lip colour and I can never forget to spray a little lavender perfume before I head out in my white fox coat!

What are you like? What do people think of you?

Despite my preferences for only the darkest of garments, I'd say I'm as vibrant and colourful a person as you can get! Life can get so dull and repetitive most of the time, so it's only natural that I feed my curiosities as often as I can. Reading, practising spells, talking to other people, anything that will keep this energetic mind of mine busy! I'm a woman driven merely by my passions and interests, to explore and experience the exhilarating things this world has to offer; anything that can't fulfil those aren't relevant to me, of course. Our time in this world only lasts so long, so I would hate to have it wasted by uninteresting matters.

What people think of me? Well, let's just say that I've heard a… wide variety of responses in my nineteen years. Words like obnoxious, shameless, deranged, hot-tempered, oh, but that's just scratching the surface! If only you could hear the sort of things people used to call me! I mean, I don't exactly have the cleanest reputation, but then again, who doesn't? And to call me insane for it? Ha! As a Mortimer mage, I assure you that I would never use my gifts to wreck havoc against anything but evil entities. Still, the imaginations us humans have is unbelievable!

On the other hand, there are still others who share vastly different opinions to those misconceptions. I've often received some rather flattering compliments about my 'spellbinding allure', how ironic! I like to think that I'm the witty vivacious type, you know, the sort of woman who can light up a cold room with a bit of warmth. Being around people gives me comfort, even if it's just one person sitting by me I feel content. There's nothing I loathe more than being alone for too long… oh, I just hate being alone, I can't be alone, I absolutely despise the silence. As much as I would adore to have someone attached to my side until the day I die, some people just aren't always what they seem. I can see it in their eyes sometimes, you know, through the gateway to their soul. At this point, the deceptive nature of man ceases to surprise me.

Oh my, I seem to have rambled on for far too long, haven't I! There are more questions to answer, correct?

What are your life experiences? How did you grow up?

Ninteen years ago, I was born in the bustling village of Adria, a unique sort of trading hub that lies in the northernmost regions where snow is heavy and frequent. My mother was the de facto protector of our homeland, a fearsome mage who was said to have wielded her Mortimer flames more efficiently than any other predecessor of ours. My twin sister, Lilith - just even uttering the brat's name irritates me - were to be her successors when she passed, and she trained us with a sort of severity that made it look like every day was her last. We both possessed great latent magic potential, our mother gave us that. However, for years we were confined to honing our spells in the nearby taigas and studying in recluse inside mother's library, rather than interacting with the villagers who were only a few minutes walk away from our large tower home.

I'll admit, my sister was always - dare I say it - the more skilful one. And mother saw that as soon as our rate of progress began to differ at around eight years old. 'Why waste your time on someone that shows you no potential for the future?' Mother must have been thinking something along the lines of that. So all the attention was brought upon my dear sister, and eventually, my studies were of no concern to mother. So how was I supposed to satisfy my newfound boredom having already read the entirety of my mother's library and having no friends beyond the spiders on the corners of my bedroom walls? As entertaining as it is conversing with the little critters, it does get a little stale after a while.

Ah, the rebellious streak of my adolescence… how I treasure it. Sneaking out of the tower for the first time, running off into the forests way past the setting of the sun, causing a bit of mischief in the village square, getting up early to set fire to my sister's bedroom, ah, what an exhilarating youth I had! But of course, I always got caught and punished, always after my sister had informed mother of my misconducts, the little snitch. But that never stopped me, no, I got more daring with each outing, of course! The village even gave me the nickname 'Mad Mallory' they were that impressed, ha! My mother, of course, berated me once the rumours spread to her. I guess some people just can't handle such an intrepid young soul.

But one particular incident a few years back - a romance gone wrong, you could call it - spun things even out of my control. Emotions are certainly… complicated things; being neglected for so long does things to you, I just couldn't stand being alone anymore and I wanted someone to care for me but they couldn't offer that. I had apparently gotten too 'attached' and gone a bit 'mad' and things got a little 'heated' and soon mother had villagers banging on her door saying the foulest of things about me! I awaited my regular scolding and assigned punishment when mother was finished, but as soon as she came back to me, she was insistent on trying a… different punishment than usual.

Needless to say, it wasn't the most thrilling two months eating and sleeping in the underground basement, awfully stuffy and chilly in there but it didn't take long to get used to! What I couldn't get used to was every time my sister brought my food down to my 'new bedroom'; the girl always had the nerve to look at me with a triumphant smirk on her face as she carelessly tossed my meals at me! I think that child is the spawn of the Demon King himself, that insufferable brat!

Even after things had returned to normal I wasn't having any fun living under the same roof as those two. It was the week before my nineteenth birthday, I think; I was old enough to leave, so I did. Not before setting my sister's belongings on fire for the last time, of course, how I rejoiced in seeing that repulsive scowl of hers. I've vowed to surpass her and my mother my entire life, and nothing has changed since then.

Oh dear, I think I've said a bit too much... Silly me! I haven't bored you to sleep, have I?

A mage that surpasses even the strength of her own mother! Dolores Mortimer, you must have heard of her?

What are your skills?

Mortimer mages are rather infamous for their use of enchanted blue fire, and I happen to be one of them! We've been scorching monsters into oblivion for centuries, and we've made quite a name for ourselves in our region of origin. Although my flames can get a little... out of control sometimes, I like to think I'm well versed in the basics, being the age I am now. I happen to be quite the speedy cleaner as well, if there's any use in saying that. Oh, I also happen to be quite well read about this world of ours, or what we know about it, at least. Mother always kept a great deal of books at home…

What is in your inventory?

Well, I can never leave home without my satchel and my magic staff! Helps me control the channelling of my magic a little easier with it. Aside for the essentials I keep in this large bag of mine, I also keep this simple spellbook at hand. It contains quite basic, domestic spells, though I have my flames to protect me if bigger threats are to arise. And a small diary too, because there can be some important things I musn't forget about along my travels! Oh, but what is a young lady without her cosmetics and fragrances? I always look awfully pale without my lip colour and I can never forget to spray a little lavender perfume before I head out in my white fox coat!

What are you like? What do people think of you?

Despite my preferences for only the darkest of garments, I'd say I'm as vibrant and colourful a person as you can get! Life can get so dull and repetitive most of the time, so it's only natural that I feed my curiosities as often as I can. Reading, practising spells, talking to other people, anything that will keep this energetic mind of mine busy! I'm a woman driven merely by my passions and interests, to explore and experience the exhilarating things this world has to offer; anything that can't fulfil those aren't relevant to me, of course. Our time in this world only lasts so long, so I would hate to have it wasted by uninteresting matters.

What people think of me? Well, let's just say that I've heard a… wide variety of responses in my nineteen years. Words like obnoxious, shameless, deranged, hot-tempered, oh, but that's just scratching the surface! If only you could hear the sort of things people used to call me! I mean, I don't exactly have the cleanest reputation, but then again, who doesn't? And to call me insane for it? Ha! As a Mortimer mage, I assure you that I would never use my gifts to wreck havoc against anything but evil entities. Still, the imaginations us humans have is unbelievable!

On the other hand, there are still others who share vastly different opinions to those misconceptions. I've often received some rather flattering compliments about my 'spellbinding allure', how ironic! I like to think that I'm the witty vivacious type, you know, the sort of woman who can light up a cold room with a bit of warmth. Being around people gives me comfort, even if it's just one person sitting by me I feel content. There's nothing I loathe more than being alone for too long… oh, I just hate being alone, I can't be alone, I absolutely despise the silence. As much as I would adore to have someone attached to my side until the day I die, some people just aren't always what they seem. I can see it in their eyes sometimes, you know, through the gateway to their soul. At this point, the deceptive nature of man ceases to surprise me.

Oh my, I seem to have rambled on for far too long, haven't I! There are more questions to answer, correct?

What are your life experiences? How did you grow up?

Ninteen years ago, I was born in the bustling village of Adria, a unique sort of trading hub that lies in the northernmost regions where snow is heavy and frequent. My mother was the de facto protector of our homeland, a fearsome mage who was said to have wielded her Mortimer flames more efficiently than any other predecessor of ours. My twin sister, Lilith - just even uttering the brat's name irritates me - were to be her successors when she passed, and she trained us with a sort of severity that made it look like every day was her last. We both possessed great latent magic potential, our mother gave us that. However, for years we were confined to honing our spells in the nearby taigas and studying in recluse inside mother's library, rather than interacting with the villagers who were only a few minutes walk away from our large tower home.

I'll admit, my sister was always - dare I say it - the more skilful one. And mother saw that as soon as our rate of progress began to differ at around eight years old. 'Why waste your time on someone that shows you no potential for the future?' Mother must have been thinking something along the lines of that. So all the attention was brought upon my dear sister, and eventually, my studies were of no concern to mother. So how was I supposed to satisfy my newfound boredom having already read the entirety of my mother's library and having no friends beyond the spiders on the corners of my bedroom walls? As entertaining as it is conversing with the little critters, it does get a little stale after a while.

Ah, the rebellious streak of my adolescence… how I treasure it. Sneaking out of the tower for the first time, running off into the forests way past the setting of the sun, causing a bit of mischief in the village square, getting up early to set fire to my sister's bedroom, ah, what an exhilarating youth I had! But of course, I always got caught and punished, always after my sister had informed mother of my misconducts, the little snitch. But that never stopped me, no, I got more daring with each outing, of course! The village even gave me the nickname 'Mad Mallory' they were that impressed, ha! My mother, of course, berated me once the rumours spread to her. I guess some people just can't handle such an intrepid young soul.

But one particular incident a few years back - a romance gone wrong, you could call it - spun things even out of my control. Emotions are certainly… complicated things; being neglected for so long does things to you, I just couldn't stand being alone anymore and I wanted someone to care for me but they couldn't offer that. I had apparently gotten too 'attached' and gone a bit 'mad' and things got a little 'heated' and soon mother had villagers banging on her door saying the foulest of things about me! I awaited my regular scolding and assigned punishment when mother was finished, but as soon as she came back to me, she was insistent on trying a… different punishment than usual.

Needless to say, it wasn't the most thrilling two months eating and sleeping in the underground basement, awfully stuffy and and chilly in there but it didn't take long to get used to. What I couldn't get used to was every time my sister brought my food down to my 'new bedroom'; the girl always had the nerve to look at me with a triumphant smirk on her face as she carelessly tossed my meals at me! I think that child is the spawn of the Demon King himself, that insufferable brat!

Even after things had returned to normal I wasn't having any fun living under the same roof as those two. I was around seventeen at the time; I was old enough to leave, so I did. Not before setting my sister's belongings on fire for the last time, of course, how I rejoiced in seeing that repulsive scowl of hers. I've vowed to surpass her and my mother my entire life, and nothing has changed since then.

Oh dear, I think I've said a bit too much... Silly me! I haven't bored you to sleep, have I?

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